by PaulaB

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and there i was down that crazy river

preaching my gospelthe ragehis betrayaloh, that ragethis new friend knew all to wellthough her skepticism dripped, she didn’t believe that it would ever let her gojust one year onburied understillfresh in its certaintywhere mine had burned awaylong agobrought forthfor her to seehow i used to bethe vows we brokealong with my heartyet it was no longer the boss of meand turning to leave,i had to say,this is how I measure my success todayas the dawn brokeover the treesentrancedwith the misty fieldsthat lay aheaddown the pathin my certaintyand my cheap velvet shoeseast behind mewest aheadbreath risinginside smilingsighingat the beautyat that time of dayi always mean to bewith my cameraon down the riverfreeonce and for allafter it alllike she will one day be